Even if this particular face of hers wasn't all that new, there was one person at the bar who wouldn't have recognized it.

Alastor sat at the far end of the bar, listening indulgently to Mimzy who was perched on a barstool, telling the harrowing tales of when she'd first arrived and set the place up. He glanced up at the chipper new face, giving her a small smile and a nod of greeting before looking back down at Mimzy.

Meanwhile, Bee would be getting her first of likely many drinks. The punch bowl would sadly be nixed unless she bought the whole bowl.